Loosing it.

The loosing it does not refer to my mind...although, raising two sets of twins can easily lead to this!  I am referring to the rapid increase of weight that piled on during my recent twin pregnancy and that slow unsteady decrease of loosing the weight.  I was completely oblivious to the changes my body would endure while my littles incubated.  It was slow until the fourth month when I was positively put on bed rest and told not to do anything - but eat.  OK!  Why not.  With gestational diabetes, I couldn't eat just anything, but to be sure - I had to eat - all the time.  It was something I had to do to keep my babies healthy - I almost lost them twice, I was going to do anything to keep them.

Seventy-Five pounds later I entered the hospital for their delivery confident that my body would return to normal within a couple of months.  After all, there's all that fluid and bloating that would inevitably shed...right? To my dismay it didn't just all come off magically - in fact, two months later I was only fifteen pounds lighter.  This is when life got crazy.  I moved from Canada to the US with these tiny babes and my two other sweet girls.  We renovated our house and I was overwhelmed.  I'm not sure about anyone else who has been on bed rest, but I had no muscles.  I would wake-up aching from back pain.  I was a mess.  I couldn't handle my twins, the renovations, the move and loose weight - it just wasn't working.

In May of 2010, I took out my running shoes and turned on the treadmill and started with a mile.  I died after a half mile and I  knew I was in for a long haul.  By the end of June, I was outdoors running with my babes in their stroller and the girls on their bikes...it wasn't peaceful, but I was certain I would loose that weight.  Maybe five pounds later, I hobbled into the podiatrists office - Fascia?  Apparently, you can injure your feet with all those post-pregnancy hormones running through your body.  I was told that I couldn't run or do any exercises for six months.

I was devastated.  But with devastation came my usual attitude of there has to be another way.  I tallied up all the calories I burned during the day and calculated that if I ate 1500 calories or less - I would loose weight.  Simple math...I lost 20 pounds over a two month period between September and October.  I steadied my calories over the holidays by sticking to a little over 1500 calories.  I gained a few pounds back in December - too many good things to eat!  

In January 2011, I purchased a new pair of running shoes.  I can walk on my feet without pain and am loosing more weight.  My goal is to be in my prepregnancy jeans from March 2009 by June 26 2011 (my 18 year wedding anniversary).  It will be hard...but, I am certain that I can do it.  I've lost fifty pounds, you do the math - and that's how much farther I have to go!

Let's support each other...tell me about your weight loss goals :)